On the First Day of Spring As the Morning Glory blooms And the Shadow of the Dragon Dances down the temple steps He emerged from the budding oak and stemming honeysuckle. His movements were fluid, His eyes were gentle, His scales a liquid black, His horns and claws a soft silver.

Slowly, He approached me Sensing my fear and curiosity. He explained He had chosen me for his human counterpart. From that moment on His Heart and mine were one. Through the seasons and time, I learned His ways as He learned mine. Always together, if not in body by Mind, Heart and Spirit.

The last time I saw Him was the day before the First Day of Spring. He said our time together was done. It was time for Him to go. On the First Day of Spring, As the Morning Glory recesses And the Shadow of the Dragon Is fading from the temple steps, He had departed ’neath the budding oak and stemming honeysuckle.

I know He has gone Where I cannot follow. But His Heart and Mind Are still vivid within me. And on the First Day of Spring, When the Morning Glory smiles at the sun And the Shadow of the Dragon Prances about the temple steps, I can still feel his soft scales And hear his wise voice.